Gemotions

"You're not good enough as a forward," the coach had said. Those words echoed in Amelia's ears like a harsh melody as she made her way to the goalkeeper's net. The weight of the world felt settled on her shoulders.

The bright green of the field suddenly seemed to mock her. The rhythmic thud of the ball against the other player's feet seemed deafening. She was now the last line of defense. The pressure was enormous.

She felt a tremor in her hands as she pulled on her gloves. She hated the feeling. She hated the change. This was not the place she was meant to be. This was not the position she had worked so hard for.